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“Evan, can I sit?”

He glances up at me and shrugs, patting the ground next to him so I slump down heavily on it and take a healthy gulp from my bottle.

“You good, man?”

“Yeah, amazing.”

“I, uh, I see you were chatting to Leah, there? You know each other?”

“Nah.”

“Really? Well... she’s a weirdo anyway, you’re better off getting away from her, like, I just sell her weed and stuff, I don’t really like when she hangs around too long.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

“Was she being weird with you?”

“Nope.”

We’re silent as we watch the flames. I begin to wonder what time it is, and whether I've stayed long enough now for it to be acceptable to go home. As I watch all of the other friends around the fire have fun together I’m struck by how much of an outsider I really am. Sure, Rob and Katie are nice, but will any of that niceness extend into normal life with the eyes of everyone else at school upon us? Surely they will go back to the steps at the back of the school while I go back to the rugby changing rooms, or the library, as it may be and things will resume as they are, as they've always been and always will be. Realistically, would they ever be seen with me? Would I ever be seen with them? There's this weird, empty feeling in me, a feeling that just compounds day after day, month after month, year after year, and it's like I don’t belong anywhere or to anyone. I'm just floating in the in-between, and who even am I? What does it mean to even-

“Hey,” Evan interrupts my spiralling inner dialogue, “I meant to say to you that it’s cool that you came along, you know, even when Jen and Michelle didn’t.”

This takes me by surprise, “You think?”

“Yeah, I mean, I suppose I kind of thought you were just hanging out with us sometimes because of them, and that you didn’t really want to be there, but,” a shrug, “I suppose that isn’t true.”

“No, I like hanging out with you.”

“And it’s not just because you’ve been ostracised by your other friends?”

I hesitate for a beat, “No.”

Evan laughs, “Wow, I’m so convinced!”

“No, come on,” I rock to the side and nudge his shoulder with mine, “Like, yeah, sometimes it’s nice to have Jen here, but I’m fine, I can handle myself around the emos… and as for Michelle, well, she hates me, so it’s actually kinda comfier when she’s not here, and- oh,” I realise immediately what I’ve said, “um, well I don’t really mean that, it-”

“No, it’s okay,” Evan says, “I know that you two aren’t exactly best friends or anything.”

“Ah, so she’s talked to you about me.”

“Nah, you’ve honestly never come up in conversation.”

“Somehow that’s worse.”

He snickers.

“How are, um,” I pick at the beer label with my thumb, “How are things going with you guys? Like, the last time we talked you were feeling kinda…”

A sigh, “Oh, yeah, it’s the same. Like, she’s so nice but sometimes I don’t feel like I get enough from her.”

“Uh huh.”

“I kind of get a bit annoyed about it sometimes, like, how are we supposed to be together properly if I hardly see her? Like, man, she’s allowed to come to my house like, once a week. In the afternoon. And that’s the only time we can… uh, hook up or whatever. It’s so annoying.”

“Just from an outsider's perspective, you know, you seem pretty happy.”

“Yeah. She’s definitely into me,” He musses up and fixes his fringe, “I dunno. It’s fine, just sometimes I wonder about shit. You know what I mean, right?”

“I’m probably not the best person to ask, seeing none of my relationships have worked out so far, and I’m also fairly drunk, so…”

“But you know what it’s like to be with someone who wouldn’t give you the things you needed, right?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“So you do get it.”

“Mm, I suppose,” as our conversation tapers off I let my mind drift into thoughts about love and loneliness and the hollow disappointment of all of my relationships. These are bitter, useless, self destructive thoughts as usual, made even worse by the fact that I’m not exactly capable of rational thought while inebriated. Is drinking bad for me? Am I a miserable drunk? I have to physically shake myself out of my own head before I start talking myself into a hole again.

I turn to Evan to start saying something else about, I don’t know, whether he’s ever tried pranking someone by turning their school bag inside out and putting the books back into it or something stupid like that, but I see he’s distracted by something else across the bonfire.

It’s that girl with the pink hair. She’s leaning over a bag to rummage for more beer, and her short skirt rides up when she’s bent over like that so that her underwear is visible through the sheer material of her tights. I frown at the dirty little smirk on his face, the way hungry eyes follow her movements, and the look between them as she glances over her shoulder and sees him watching her. I nudge my knee against his to interrupt whatever is going on.

“Wow, nice legs, huh?”

He looks at me, surprised, but lets out a rough laugh, “Yeah, for sure.”

“Is she into you or am I just seeing things?”

“Nah, I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, c’mon, no, I’m just messing with you, she just looked like… I dunno.”

“Like what?”

I shift awkwardly, “You know what, don’t mind me, I’ve had too much to drink, I thought I detected flirting, or whatever, I guess I was wrong.”

The girl kneels onto the ground and starts asking around for the bottle opener, and Evan doesn’t take his eyes away from her. “She’s pretty though, isn’t she?”

“Hm?”

“Carlie. That’s her name. She’s pretty, do you think?”

“She’s single?”

“Yep.”

“So are you trying to set me up with her or are you just pointing that out?”

“I’m not trying to set you up.” Evan seems agitated by this idea that I might try to date pretty Carlie, who, by the way, treats me like I am contagious. As though it’s any of his business what she does, as if he should even care. Something sour settles in my gut, but I can’t tell whether it’s that I'm weirded out by this conversation or if the alcohol is nauseating me.

“Right, well, she’s not my type,” I watch his face carefully, “Is she yours?”

“She’s pretty hot.”

Maybe he's looking for my approval or my agreement, which I don’t give him on purpose. To see where it leads me I respond with a benign, “Oh, you think?”

“Uh huh,” They catch eyes again and she smiles coyly and quickly looks away to resume her conversation. That’s flirtation. She’s flirting with him, and him back, right in front of my face.

“You know, a lot of people would consider your girlfriend to be pretty hot too.” It’s true, I’ve heard those rugby boys saying it before, the only time they ever had anything remotely complimentary to say about any of the emos was to point out the things they fancied about Michelle and what they might like to do to her if she A. wasn’t emo, or B. nobody knew, so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the social consequences. I feel disgusted again at this memory. I know where I was, sitting on the bench lacing up my boots and saying nothing while they spoke casual filth about a girl I know.

It’s a similar feeling to the one I have now at this bonfire with Evan, and maybe this is how he is when he’s drunk, maybe he just gets a bit… leery, but when he stares across the fire at someone who isn’t his girlfriend I swear I am looking at Willy FitzHerbert.

He waves my comment away, “Yeah but at least Carlie is interested in sex.”

“How do you know that?”

He leans closer, “Obviously because I’ve done it with her.”

“Yeah?” I say, “When?”

He smirks and says nothing.

I push him again. “A few years ago?”

He lowers his voice and looks at me with eyes that glitter with salacious excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen another boy look so pleased with himself as he says: “Try a month ago.”

It takes all my self control not to react. I just pause for a second as a shock of revulsion rips through my body, I feel it from my feet to the top of my head, and then, when I decide to speak, my voice is strange to my own ears, “While you were with Michelle.”

A shrug, “It just happened on a night out when she wasn’t there. I dunno.”

“She doesn’t know?”

“Course not. She’d break up with me.”

“And... you don’t want that.”

“No, because we’re in love. This stuff with Carlie, it was just… you get what I mean. It’s not like that with her.”

I sigh, “Uh, yep.”

So it appears it is the same for Evan as it is for all the others. Michelle is the virgin, Carlie is the slut and he wants it all at the same time. A girl worthy of love, and a girl interested in sex, two things that cannot converge. There is no girl that can be both.

“It felt good to let loose with someone who knew what they were doing, and like, not have to think so hard about making the other person all safe and comfortable and, blah,” he rolls his eyes, “Carlie is cool.”

“Right, yeah, she seems it.”

“You get me, right? Guys like us, you know, we need to be able to just relax sometimes, not think so hard…”

“Yeah, for sure… Guys like us, huh?”

“Hell yeah!” He clinks his beer bottle against mine, “I knew you’d get it, honestly, I wasn’t sure if I should say something but I feel good now that you understand what I meant.”

I try to laugh but it sounds weird and strangled, so I bring the bottle to my lips in the hope that drinking will disguise my discomfort, or at the very least numb it a bit. I finish the last two thirds of it and toss it somewhere amongst the miscellaneous rubbish, remnants of a hundred other miserable bonfire nights on Dollymount strand.

Then, after a minute or two Evan nudges me again. It’s hard to look at him but I force myself to because it is what I would do if this situation was normal, “You’re not going to say anything, right? Like, to Michelle or Jen? Like I know you probably won’t...” A laugh as he adjusts his fringe, “That'd be insane, I know, but I wanted to make sure.”

“Me? Nah,” I say, “Why would you even have to ask? Don’t worry about it,” I scratch the back of my head, “your, uh, your secret is safe with me.”

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lillylvjy · 6 months

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Take me back (to the night we met)

a/n: hi! Um- nothing special here. Just a little thing saying I’m posting…… have fun. Also sorry if some things don’t make sense, I wrote half of this like two weeks ago and the other half yesterday so.

warnings: fluff, all of it. Kissing, snow, coldness, I- dead trees??? Idk some people care about that (/lh), um yeah maybe some cuss words but not a ton. WITCH WILMA!!!!

wc: 2.4K

edited: yes

wilma soot x afab!reader, wilma soot x gn!reader

Sobbing- look at her

“So you’re telling me they wouldn’t even take the painting as a small recognition piece?!” You asked the women in front of you as you shelved books back into their rightful place.

“Yeah. It’s fine though! I have next time. I hope.” Wilma said as she started playing with her hands.

“Hey, Hey-“ you quickly grabbed her hands and held them in yours. “Always next time. You show them that they should’ve taken your piece, because you are brilliant. And they’re stupid stuck up assholes.” You said as she laughed at the words that came out of your mouth.

Wilma quickly hide her face from you as she looked at the ground, letting her hair fall around it and make a curtain. The warmth of your hands around hers makes her giddy and warm inside, loving how you rubbed her hands in comfort.

“Thank you. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a muse for my next project!” Wilma lifted her head as she grabbed both of your hands in hers and swung them around in excitement. You smiled up at her as she giggled and her eyes wide in wonderment and ideas of what she could do. She looked precious. Perfect.

“Oh? So I’m not your muse anymore?!” You asked, looking at her with wide eyes and held a hand to your heart to act like you had just been wounded by her words.

“Love, you’re always my muse.” Wilma looked down at you with a small grin and a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t quite read. Her hand came up and placed a stray hair of yours behind your ear and resting her hand on your cheek.

In the moment you both subconsciously leaned in, both wanting more as time went on. Your eyes darting from her brown chocolate eyes that you could get lost in anytime, anywhere, back down to her lips that you wanted to bruise and kiss and bite-

As you both got close enough to bump noises, the sound of the bell on the front counter went off. You both jumped away quickly, you clearing your throat and rubbing your hands on your jeans, and Wilma rubbing the back of her neck out of embarrassment.

“I- uh, I close tonight so I won’t be off until later. I’ll text you when I’m off yeah?” You said as she nodded and waved goodbye as you quickly walked up to the counter.

She watched as you smiled and made small conversation with the old couple, ease dropping in on the conversation.

“Oh really?! How long have you both been married?” You asked, eyes wide in curiosity. Wilma always loved that about you, how much you loved listening to other people, no matter the subject, you would always listen.

“About 46 years now, yeah?” The guys said, asking his partner beside him.

“Yeah, still don’t know how I’ve dealt with you.” The lady jokes as she nudges the man’s shoulder.

“Oh hush, you love me. Ever since college.” He said as he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer into him.

“You got that right.” The woman said as she looked up at him with a smile and kissed his cheek.

Looking back over to you, Wilma saw your eyes. Gleaming in delight and passion as you listened to the couple bicker, smiling and laughing along with them. She loved how your noise crinkled when your smiled that big smile of yours, loved how wide your eyes got when someone said something remotely close to something you had interest in, love how you would ramble on and on about nothing at all yet you made it sound like it was the most brilliant thing ever.

She hated how much she loved you. Well, hated how much she couldn’t find the right moment how to tell you how much she loved you.

Turning your head as the couple left, you caught her eyes again. Smiling, you furrowed your eyebrows to silently ask, “what’s up?”. Wilma waved her hand at you to tell you that she was fine and left.

As she was walking to her cottage, snuggling into her coat even more than she already was, she stopped. Across the way was the park, the park where she met you.

She could recall everything that happened, she’d even argue it was one of the best days of her life, meeting you. The way you smiled at her as you complimented her sketch of the flower beds by the tree. How your eyes glowed as the sun hit them just right.

That’s where she fell in love with you.

Walking over to the tree, leaves now pooling around the trunk, orange and yellow filling her vision as she smiles at the sight of fall all around her.

Swinging her bag around her body, she pulled out a small blanket she brought just in case she got the urge to draw, and her sketch book. Sitting in the blanket, she opened up to a clean page, grabbed her pencil and started sketching.

Meanwhile you were still sitting in the library, staring at the place you and Wilma once stood, recalling everything that happened moments prior.

You almost kissed her.

“Damn bell, wasn’t really saving me idiot.” You murmured under your breathe as you hit the bell. You quickly perked up at the sound of laughter behind you.

“Someone’s upset.” Your coworker laughed as they came to rest beside you on the counter. You guys have been dead all day so there’s nothing to do besides- wait.

“No shit. This stupid thing ruined my chance of kissing her and I want to cry.” You said as you laid yourself on the counter dramatically, pushing the bell on the floor as you did.

Sighing, Ryan went around the front of the counter, picked up the bell and lifted your head up by your forehead. “Come on, you’re done for the night.”

“What? What do you mean, I have to close.” You said as you stood up straight and looked at them with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“Call it a favor yeah? You owe me one. Now go find this girl and confess your stupid romantic feelings you have for her.” They said as they smiled at you, nodding their head at the door.

Eyes lighting up and gaped mouth turning into a smile, you quickly hugged them and grabbed your things.

“I knew you were sucker for romance, Ryan. At least a little bit!” You said as you rushed to get your coat on while walking to the door.

“Still don’t want to be apart of it though! Have fun and you better tell her! Or I will ditch your ass on a shift.” They said as they settled down in the chair at the front desk while reading.

“Got it! Can’t promise it’ll go well-“ You hushed under your breath as you stepped out in the late fall weather. Walking down the sidewalk towards the coffee shop, you came to the realization that you had no clue where she was. And you didn’t want to text her, feeling that that’d be a bit weird.

“Shit.” You sighed in defeat as you started to walk back to the library and call it quits, until you saw the park, realizing that you haven’t been in a while and how it might be nice to just enjoy the weather while it last.

Walking across the road and onto the path, you let your body take you wherever it wanted. Looking all around you, greens turned into orange, reds and yellows. Tree branches hanging low from the cold weather that started to appear more clearly with each passing second. The clouds, grey and mellow, the weight of rain and snow dragging them down to the earth as it waited for the perfect moment. The grass damp and dead from all of these changes, yet not one of these things seemed to mind it. Not even the people walking past. Certainly not you.

As you admired all of the sights in the park, you quickly realized where you were going. Laughing, you looked up and saw someone sitting a couple yards away from the tree. Walking closer, you saw a lighter brown beanie and the light blue washed jeans you had seen earlier that day and complimented.

Of course she was here.

You smiled to yourself as you slowly walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder to see her drawing the tree and all of its attributes.

“Pretty tree, isn’t it?” You said out in the open as you sat on the ground beside her. You could see her snap her head to the side as you sat down, quickly untensing as she saw you smiling at her. She smiled back at you as she dropped her head back down to her notebook and started shading again.

“Oh yeah! Definitely! With of its dead leaves on the ground, kinda just lying there.” Wilma said sarcastically as she pointed at the tree.

“Oh shush, it’s still just as beautiful as it always has been.” You said as you look at the tree and all of its branches and leaves that still hung on to it for dear life.

“Yeah. Yeah it sure is.” Wilma said as she looked at you, eyes sparkling and wide with love and want. She loves how you admire all the little things in life and appreciate everything even if it’s bad.

She wants to hold you, kiss you, praise you, paint you. She wants you. Wants to love you.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked, voice full of worry and confusion as you looked at her expression. Wilma quickly shook her head and smiled as she looked back down at her sketch book.

“Nothing nothing. You just look really pretty that’s all.” Wilma smiled at the book in her lap as she quickly placed the tip of the pencil back in the paper and started sketching more.

Laughing quietly at her, you placed your vision back on the multicolored tree. Filled with all sort of browns and greens and reds, all of them blending together into a beautiful mess on the floor. You wish you could just stay here. Watching all the leaves fall as the cold wind nips at your nose and ears, threading to make all of their feeling disappear in an instant. And with her. Stay here with her, drawing and humming every time she thought it was appropriate. You would, could never get tired of her skill and her talent. You could never get tired of her laugh and voice. You could never get tired of her. It seemed impossible to you.

“Wilm-“ Your words were cut off as your head turned towards hers and lips met yours in the middle. Without a second thought, Wilma quickly released the hold she had on your jaw and cleared her throat. You didn’t say anything, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish, yet nothing came out.

“I- I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to do that i promise. I’m so sorry, fuck I- I’ll leave.” Wilma said while stuttering out her reply as she gathered all her stuff in her bag. You quickly realized what she was doing and snapped back to reality as she stood up. “I’m sor-“

“Wilm shut up.” You told her as you took her face in your hands and leant up towards her on your toes, her being a significant amount taller than you, placing your lips on hers again, savoring every second of this moment you had.

You quickly felt hands wrap around your waist as she pulled you in closer to her, deepening the kiss as she did. Smiling into it, your hands gripped the hair of the back of her head tighter in your grasps, trying to ground yourself in this heavenly moment.

As much as you wanted to keep going, you suddenly felt something fall on your face. It was cold and wet, and you almost wanted to frown at the thought of rain, especially after what just happened. Pulling away and resting your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes to see her smiling wide. You smiled back at you but then you see her look up and laugh at whatever it was.

Looking around yourself, you stopped in awe. The cold, wet speck you felt wasn’t rain, but snow. White snow that slowly fell all around you both, coating the ground, making it look like sweet, delicious sugar everywhere. It was beautiful.

“Holy shit.” You said in a whispery tone as your expression changed to a smiley, giggly one. Turning around to face Wil, you held your hands out in the air and jumped up and down. “Holy shit!”

You hear her laugh at you as she comes back over to you and wraps her arms around you again, pulling you towards her. Wrapping your own arms around her neck, you leant up and knocked your nose with hers.

“Hmm do you think we did that?” Wilma asked jokingly as she pointed to the sky. Giggling at her words you shook your head and pecked her lips before speaking.

“Hmm, definitely not me, but maybe you! You are the witch after all, maybe you carded some sort of spell or some shit-“

“Love, as much as i would love to, I can’t control the weather. Even if I tried.” She said as she ran her thumb over the pout you gave her.

“So you can’t make it snow all the time?” You whined up at her as she laughed and shook her head. You placed your forehead on her chest as you whined more.

“No whining. Enjoy it now. Kinda romantic yeah?” Wilma asked you as she looked around at the snow that continuously got worse as time went on. You nodded out as you nuzzles deeper into her sweater. “Ok as much as I love snow and how much I know you do too, you’re freezing. We need to get you inside love. How about you hang out at mine for a bit? We can talk about this?” Wilma asked, anxiety lacing her words as she looked at you with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, yeah I’d love too! As long as you make me tea because fuck I’m cold.” You told her as you gripped her hand in yours and started towards the bus stop.

Laughing, Wilma brought your hand to her lips and kissed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up. Promise.”

Biting your lip, you smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek as the bus arrived.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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